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So, I was having some trouble coming up with any resolutions for myself for the new year when Shakespeare whispered in my ear this evening. ‘In faith, lady, you have a merry heart.’ ‘Yea, my lord; I thank it, poor fool, it keeps on the windy side of care.’ -Much Ado About Nothing There was …

I often think in metaphor Which is difficult to translate into semaphore Signals and visuals and waving hands Awkward exchanges no one seems to understand… …Unless you count memes from abbreviated personality land. Where everyone seems to know just how I feel Except that in reality it’s not really real. I and N and F …

Lately, surfing the web has been reminding me of when I am rummaging through the fridge looking for something tasty…and not finding it. I open it up and… Politics? Heartburn and depression. Big pass. News? Not very balanced and highly inflammatory. Can’t be good for me. Another big pass. Health website? Maybe that science experiment …

In the interest of full disclosure, I am not a fan of too much exposure. All that light Hurts the eyes I much prefer rainy skies. My introverted heart rejoices Finding peace from opinionated voices. I understand, make no mistake, But there’s only so much anger I can take. I feel alone in my desire …

Unexpected dear companions like falling stars, however brief Gift awe and reverence Illuminating the lonely darkness of life For but a moment. Grazing hearts before they are gone into the horizon Skimming that curve of Earth before they disappear. We, too, shoot across the firmament Knowing not how we touch the lives of others Skipping …

I write. You read. Or maybe you don’t. So I suffer for my art Painting with words As others do in brush strokes. Using a medium common to all Seeking an elusive mastery No perfect equations here despite the many manuals. That which quickens the mind and touches the heart Makes friends only when it …

Apologies if anyone was expecting a football analogy, but this is my annual examination of my resolutions for the year. Feel free to come up with your own analogies if you feel disappointed. I’m sure it’s a theme with untold riches for the sports inclined. For the remaining few interested in my vague plans for …

They’ve got axes to grind, but I’ve given up mine Those edges worn brittle Thinned and whittled down with anger Both sides Chipped and Damaged Swinging not caring who they cut. Isn’t it enough already? Double-bladed exchanges full of hate Each believing they know more of love. Whet stones shedding sparks Starting fires the rest …

I can’t get off. I don’t remember anymore how I found myself here. Still, it spins and spins. The majestic mounts and the mirrors are all as familiar to me as the thoughts that plague me day after day. Why am I here? That is the question I ask myself the most, but it’s not …

Doubt That insidious thief Stealing courage from your heart. Why fear failure so when Standing again is possible, Learning more is possible, A dream to dare? Possible! No pathway exists in which there is no obstacle to overcome. Tempt fate and climb. What is there to lose? Doubt?